Put The Bottle Down

Put The Bottle Down (M. Prewitt)

For the first few years of my sweet short life I was dry as an old dog bone
And then it felt like running right through a wall when Old Grandad came along
I put the bottle down, I put the bottle down
And then I picked it back up, and it knocked me flat on the ground

Well, Old Milwaukee, Rainer, PBR, and IPA's
I've thrown a few thousand cans and bottles and hours of my life away
I put the bottle down, I put the bottle down
And then I picked it back up and it knocked me flat on the ground

Well, I clowned around in some Alpine town, hobbling on cobblestones
Well, the damn French wine done won again, Au revoir I'm going home
I put the bottle down, I put the bottle down
And then I picked it back up and it knocked me flat on the ground

So if I tell you I got this figured out, let me tell you something profound
Would do me a favor, head up to the bar, and order us another round
I put the bottle down, I put the bottle down
And then I picked it back up and it knocked me flat on the ground
Oh, and then I picked it back up and it knocked me flat on the ground
Yeah, I’m going to pick it back up and it’s going to knock me flat on the ground